Dongting Immortal Clan

He was a young monk.

He wore a slightly worn gray robe, was slender, and had a handsome face, but little expression.

He casually caught the returning flying sword, ran his fingertip across the gleaming silver blade to wipe away non-existent bloodstains, and then sheathed the sword at his waist.

The movements were fluid and natural, as if they had been done countless times.

The two Taixu disciples who had fled without looking back just now have now turned back.

The male cultivator's initial panic subsided slightly. He stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to the gray-robed youth, and said respectfully:

"Senior Brother Yu."

The female cultivator was pale, and blood was still seeping from the tear in her Taoist robe.

She glanced at the two corpses lying on the ground, her brow furrowing in disgust.

The gray-robed youth, referred to as "Senior Brother Yu," swept his gaze indifferently across the scene.

It swept over the three corpses of rogue cultivators, over the scattered spiritual grains, over the burning wound on Chen Dajiang's face, and finally landed on the two Taixu disciples.

How many are there in total?

He asked, his voice low and his tone flat.

"Four."

The male cultivator from the Taixu Sect replied:

"We worked together to kill one of them, and these three chased us here, which is when we ran into them."

Senior Brother Yu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He took out a translucent white pill from his sleeve and casually tossed it to the female cultivator.

The female cultivator accepted it, thanked her softly, and immediately took it.

Immediately, the gray-robed youth turned around and flew straight out of the canyon.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he never asked Chen Dajiang how many people had died or whether they had been injured.

He didn't even glance in the direction of Chen Dajiang and the others.

Two Taixu disciples followed silently, walking hurriedly as if nothing had happened.

……

The surroundings became quiet.

Only the cold river water flowed on, and the cold wind howled through the canyon, making a hollow sound.

Chen Dajiang leaned against the giant rock and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

My hands were still trembling, not from fear, but from the fact that I had pulled the bow too hard, and the tendons in my right hand felt like they had been twisted.

He looked down at his hands; the skin between his thumb and forefinger and at his knuckles was torn and bleeding from the bowstring.

Beside him, the cultivator surnamed Liu lay slumped on the base of the giant stone, already lifeless.

His eyes were still open, as if he had died with his eyes open.

Chen Dajiang reached out and closed his eyelids.

The other four people emerged from behind the rocks where they were hiding, their faces full of confusion.

In the blink of an eye, three members of the eight-man squad were killed.

With Chen Dajiang's arrow, they couldn't even touch the hem of the evil cultivator's clothes.

"What do we do now?"

Someone spoke softly, their voice weak and drifting in the wind.

No one answered.

Chen Dajiang stood up, supporting himself on the boulder, walked to the body of the cultivator surnamed Liu, silently untied the blood-stained bamboo basket, and carried it on his shoulder.

The bamboo basket was heavy, and the talismans and pills inside weighed down his shoulders.

"We still need to keep delivering the items."

He said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"What a load of rubbish!"

A burly man suddenly erupted, his eyes bloodshot, and roared:

"Little Zhou, Old Wu, and Boss Liu are all dead!"

"Let's go back! Let's go back now!"

"If we don't complete the mission, we'll just die if we go back."

Chen Dajiang looked up at him, his gaze chillingly cold:

"Go forward, and after the handover, you can take another side path back to the camp. It's shorter than turning back the way you came, and it might be safer."

The burly man opened his mouth, but ultimately slumped down and lowered his head.

No one else objected.

They carried the bodies of their three comrades to the roadside, found some stones, and hastily built three low stone graves.

There was no coffin, no eulogy, and not even time to dig a pit.

They simply laid the bodies out and covered them with stones to prevent them from being eaten by wild animals.

Chen Dajiang stood in front of the pile of stones for a while.

He felt a tightness in his chest, wanting to say something, but finding himself speechless.

He had only nodding acquaintances with Xiao Zhou, had only known the Wu-surname cultivator for half a day, and had only known Liu Laoda for less than three hours.

I can't even clearly remember the face of that Zhou-surnamed cultivator.

But Chen Dajiang remembered the expression on the other person's face when the evil claws ripped out his heart.

The expression wasn't one of fear, but rather confusion.

He seemed unable to believe it, and couldn't understand why he, who was just delivering goods, would die.

He remembered Liu Laoda rushing to his side, shouting at the top of his lungs to urge him to leave quickly.

The bamboo basket grew heavier and heavier, because it carried more than just supplies.

He's still breathing!

……

The five set off again, walking silently along the cold, damp canyon, without uttering a word.

The river water got colder.

When they reached a shallow beach, Chen Dajiang suddenly spoke:

"Who is this Senior Brother Yu?"

The cultivator walking in front of him glanced back. He was the only Wood Embryo Realm cultivator still alive in the group besides Chen Dajiang. His surname was Wang, and he was much older than Chen Dajiang. He was a taciturn middle-aged man.

"Yu Huaisu, an inner disciple of the Taixu Sect, is at the second level of Qi Refining."

As expected, he's at the Qi Refining Realm!

Chen Dajiang recalled the figure of the other person walking through the air.

When the silver-white flying sword pierced through the evil cultivator's chest, he didn't even see what the flying sword looked like.

too fast.

The evil cultivators were so fast they didn't even have time to escape.

"Is his flying sword a magical artifact?"

Chen Dajiang asked.

The cultivator surnamed Wang glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and lowered his voice even further.

"That's no ordinary magic weapon; it's a sword cultivator's natal flying sword, cultivated through the intertwining of life and death. It can be wielded at will and can take a life from a hundred paces away."

"That Senior Brother Yu is a sword cultivator."

Sword cultivator.

Chen Dajiang had heard of it.

In the cultivation world, there is a type of person who does not practice magic, refine elixirs, draw talismans, or rely on external objects; they dedicate their entire lives to a single sword.

Among those of the same level, its killing power is top-notch.

However, cultivation is extremely difficult and requires very high aptitude; perhaps only one in a hundred cultivators will become a sword cultivator.

No wonder.

Chen Dajiang said in a low voice.

No wonder those two Taixu disciples saw him as a savior.

No wonder those two evil cultivators escaped so easily.

No wonder he never even glanced at them.

To a Qi Refining Realm sword cultivator, what difference is there between a few Wood Embryo Heart Fire Realm cultivators and ants on the roadside?

After another hour or so of trekking with trekking anxiety, the five finally delivered the supplies to a temporary outpost deep in the canyon and handed them over to a Qi Refining cultivator who stayed behind.

Afterwards, the group dared not linger. Following the directions, they cautiously circled back to their camp via another path through the canyon.

It was almost dark when we got back to camp.

Chen Dajiang handed over the bamboo basket, explained what had happened on the road, and then dragged his tired body back to his wooden shed.

The tendons in my right hand still hurt, and the burn marks on my cheek from the evil energy were burning.

He spread his palms out and stared at his right hand for a long time.

That hand wasn't big, but it had distinct knuckles and a callus on the palm, the result of years of drawing a bow.

This hand shot seven arrows today, but none of them hit a vital spot.

In the cultivation world, his archery skills are really not up to par.

Those two Taixu disciples, with their Life Palace Realm cultivation, were even a step above the evil cultivators, yet they were chased and fled in panic, like stray dogs.

When they fled to Chen Dajiang and the others, they never thought of fighting side by side.

They were thinking, "We've finally found a scapegoat!"

Brother Liu and his group did indeed block them.

He was risking his own life to block it!

If Yu Huaisu hadn't arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life.

They clearly only had three opponents, and those two Taixu disciples were clearly more powerful. They clearly believed that if they fought side by side, they could have repelled the pursuers.

But they ran away, using Chen Dajiang and the others as scapegoats.

This is not fair.

A thought popped into Chen Dajiang's mind.

But in an instant, he shook his head and chuckled.

"There is no fairness in the cultivation world."

"Throughout my spiritual practice, what I seek is not fairness, but rather the means to protect my loved ones in times of crisis..."

Chen Changhe didn't blame the two Taixu Sect cultivators.

But if given the chance, he wouldn't mind kicking them when they're down and letting them taste the bitterness of despair!

Lights twinkled in the camp.

In the distance, people were talking, distributing dinner, and counting supplies.

Everything was normal, as if nothing had happened in the canyon today.

Chen Dajiang stood up and brushed the dust off his robes.

I have to deliver supplies again tomorrow.

I have to go the day after tomorrow too.

Who knows how much longer this will last?

Chen Dajiang was just about to go eat when he was stopped at the entrance of the wooden shed.

"Chen Dajiang!"

Someone called his name.

Looking up, Chen Dajiang was slightly taken aback:

"Brother Chengfeng?"

The person who arrived was none other than Guan Chengfeng, whom they hadn't seen for several days.